giving up the world

the more of the world
I hang around my neck
the harder it is
for me to be like You
the world has gathered
bits and pieces of me
for many years
now I must look
for what of me
will be left
when I finally find You
as I came to you
in the beginning

giving up the world

wooden walk
marking the water
no end
the mountains
blocking eyes
mind
shuting out
trapeze artist
life-line
times tablet
worlds price
you

and then we imagine

the total frustration
truth cannot
be photographed
neither can love peace
hate fear deceit passion
and on and on
you can take a picture
of someone or something
that you think represents
one of the above
but you can be fooled
you must find your love of self
joy peace passion etc.
without limits
the flow of your impalpable
self must move freely
limits you feel and see
will be
the string from
a helium baloon slipped
from a holding hand
watch it go
eyes hold it
until it disappears
and then we imagine

daylight darkness

mind photographers
photographic memories
every detail
frames
holding everything
rejoicing at even
the smallest
most insignificant
a dung beetle
rolls a ball of dung
across the gravel road
mind photographer
watching frame after frame
flickering like
an old silent film in color
never ending never finished
like the daylight and darkness

death came in the night

death came in the night
it took all it could
none of my things were gone!
the deal was
just me you see
I got up as usual
then I noticed
nothing had changed
I thought about that
and wondered
this was right
I died where
I wanted to be
peaceful and happy
life is a slippery slide
be careful
what is important is
how you make others feel in life
maybe because
it is how they will feel
about you when you die
better watch out
better not pout
better not shout
I'm telling you why
deaths whispers
finish the breeze
and he is
coming to town